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作者:冰点沸点      更新:2021-02-21 16:40      字数:9322
  me as a regular war correspondent; except; of course; my wrist watch; but
  I shall not wear it to another war。            War is terrible enough already; and;
  besides; I have parted with it。         On my way home through Holland I gave
  that suit to a couple of poor Belgian refugees; and I presume they are still
  wearing it。
  So far as I have been able to observe; the surgeons and the tailors of
  these times share but one common instinct: If you go to a new surgeon or
  to a new tailor he is morally certain; after looking you over; that the last
  surgeon you had or the last tailor; did not do your cutting properly。                 There;
  however;   is   where   the   resemblance   ends。        The   tailor;   as   I   remarked   in
  effect just now; wants an hour at least in which to decide how he may best
  cover up and disguise the irregularities of the human form; in much less
  time than that the surgeon has completely altered the form itself。
  With the surgeon it is very much as it is with those learned men who
  write     those   large;   impressive      works     of  reference     which     should    be
  permanently  in   every  library;   and   which   we   are   forever   buying   from   an
  agent because we are so passionately addicted to payments。 If the thing he
  seeks does not appear in the contents proper he knows exactly where to
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  look   for   it。  〃See   appendix;〃   says      the   historian   to  you   in   a  footnote。
  〃See appendix;〃 says the surgeon to himself; the while humming a cheery
  refrain。      And so he does。
  Well; I went home。         This was Tuesday and the operation was not to
  be    performed     until  the   coming    Friday。    By    Wednesday   I      had   calmed
  down considerably。         By Thursday morning I was practically normal again
  as regards my nerves。          You will understand that I was still in a blissful
  state of ignorance concerning the actual methods of the surgical profession
  as exemplified by its leading exponents of today。                The knowledge I have
  touched on in the pages immediately preceding was to come to me later。
  Likewise Doctor Z's manner had been deceiving。                  It could not be that
  he meant to carve me to any really noticeable extenthis attitude had been
  entirely too casual。       At our house carving is a very serious matter。               Any
  time I take the head of the table and start in to carve it is fitting women
  and children get to a place of safety; and onlookers should get under the
  table。    When      we    first  began    housekeeping       and   gave   our   first  small
  dinner…party we had a brace of ducks cooked in honor of the company; and
  I; as host; undertook to carve them。            I never knew until then that a duck
  was built like a watchthat his works were inclosed in a burglarproof case。
  Without the use of dynamite the Red Leary…O'Brien gang could not have
  broken   into   those   ducks。     I   thought   so   then   and   I   think   so   yet。 Years
  have   passed   since   then;   but   I   may   state   that   even   now;   when   there   are
  guests for dinner; we do not have ducks。 Unless somebody else is going to
  carve; we have liver。
  I   mention   this   fact   in   passing   because it shows that   I had   learned to
  revere   carving   as   one   of   the   higher   arts;   and   one   not   to   be   approached
  except in a spirit of due appreciation of the magnitude of the undertaking;
  and after proper consideration and thought and reflection; and all that sort
  of thing。
  If this were true as regards a mere duck; why not all the more so as
  regards   the   carving   of   a   person   of   whom   I   am   so   very   fond   as   I   am   of
  myself? Thus   I reasoned。          And finally;  had not   Doctor Z  spoken of the
  coming operation as a small matter? Well then?
  Thursday at noon I received from Doctor Z's secretary a note stating
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  that arrangements had been made for my admission into St。 Germicide that
  same     evening     and   that   I  was   to  spend    the  night   there。    This    hardly
  seemed necessary。         Still; the tone of the note appeared to indicate that the
  hospital authorities particularly wished to have me for an overnight guest;
  and   as   I   reflected   that   probably   the   poor   things   had   few   enough   bright
  spots in their busy lives; I decided I would humor them along and gladden
  the occasion with my presence from dinner…time on。
  About eight o'clock I strolled in very jauntily。             In my mind I had the
  whole programme mapped out。                I would stay at the hospital for; say; two
  days   following   the   operationor;   at   most;   three。 Then   I   must   be   up   and
  away。      I had a good deal of work to do and a number of people to see on
  important   business;   and   I   could   not   really   afford   to   waste   more   than   a
  weekend on the staff of St。 Germicide's。             After Monday they must look to
  their   own   devices   for   social   entertainment。       That   was   my   idea。     Now
  when I look back on it I laugh; but it is a hollow laugh and there is no real
  merriment in it。
  Indeed; almost from the moment of my entrance little things began to
  come up that were calculated to have a depressing effect on one's spirits。
  Downstairs a serious…looking lady met me and entered in a book a number
  of salient facts regarding my personality which the previous investigators
  had     somehow      overlooked。       There     is  a  lot  of  bookkeeping       about    an
  operation。       This    detail   attended    to;  a   young    man;    dressed     in  white
  garments   and   wearing   an   expression   that   stamped   him   as   one   who   had
  suffered a recent deep bereavement came and relieved me of my hand bag
  and escorted me upstairs。
  As we passed through the upper corridors I had my first introduction
  to   the   hospital   smell;   which   is   a   smell   compounded   of   iodoform;   ether;
  gruel;   and   something   boiling。       All   hospitals   have   it;   I   understand。   In
  time you get used to it; but you never really care for it。
  The   young   man   led   me   into   a   small   room   tastefully   decorated   with
  four walls; a  floor; a  ceiling; a window  sill and   a window; a  door and   a
  doorsill; and a bed and a chair。          He told me to go to bed。 I did not want to
  go to bedit was not my regular bedtimebut he made a point of it; and I
  judged it was according to regulations; so I undressed and put on my night
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  clothes   and   crawled   in。     He   left   me;   taking   my   other   clothes   and   my
  shoes with him; but I was not allowed to get lonely。
  A   little   later   a   ward   surgeon   appeared;   to   put   a   few   inquiries   of   a
  pointed   and   personal   nature。      He   particularly  desired   to   know   what   my
  trouble was。       I explained to him that I couldn't tell him he would have
  to see Doctor X or Doctor Z; they probably knew; but were keeping it a
  secret between themselves。
  The answer apparently satisfied him; because immediately after that he
  made me sign a paper in which I assumed all responsibility for what was
  to take place the next morning。
  This did not   seem  exactly  fair。        As   I pointed out   to him;  it   was   the
  surgeon's   affair;   not   mine;   and   if   the   surgeon   made   a   mistake   the   joke
  would be on him and not on me; because in that case I would not be here
  anyhow。       But I signed; as requested; on the dotted line; and he departed。
  After   that;   at   intervals;   the   chief   house   surgeon   dropped   in;   without
  knocking; and the head nurse came; and an interne or so; and a ward nurse;
  and the special nurse who was to have direct charge of me。                   It dawned on
  me that I was not having any more privacy in that hospital than a goldfish。
  About   eleven   o'clock   an   orderly   came;   and;   without   consulting   my
  wishes   in   the   matter;   he   undressed   me   until   I   could   have   passed   almost
  anywhere for September Morn's father; and gave me a clean shave; twice
  over;   on   one   of   my   most   prominent   plane   surfaces。       I   must   confess   I
  enjoyed that part of it。       So far as I am able to recall; it was the only shave
  I have ever had where the operator did not spray me with cheap perf